She never lived with pain, fear or anger
Windowless and tame like a precious stone
langoured
A heart enchained, willing to surrender
But now if storms would only blow
She could really feel the roll.
Those years of sleep, all waking dreams
Unpeopled places on painted screens
And diffused in subdued streams
Her life was cast, traditional schemes.
She never lived with pain, fear or anger
Windowless and tame like a precious stone
langoured
A heart enchained, willing to surrender
But now if storms would only blow
Then she could really feel the roll
She could really feel the roll.
"A hunger that lasts can have no pain",
It's just these words that don't explain.
Eaten alive and spat aout again
They jam in the memory like ancient remains.
Woman of custom just severed ties
What had never changed had always died so
Suddenly she's opened eyes that
Fill with tears and come alive.
© 1996 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd./Richard Wright Music Overseas Ltd.